I sit alone and think, slowly and carefully.
To have lived, breathed, laughed, danced, moved, created, and connected. I live abundantly, not because of whats around me but for whats inside me. I am following in the trees steps. I breathe, laugh, dance, move, create, and connect according to my own laws. and yet... not quite so.
Breathing is involuntary but connecting is a choice, no?
I am weak, mother earth, because i cannot find it in me to approach the one thing that seems to haunt every inch of my lobes and it makes me think if connecting truly is a choice, if the effort seems to be a quarter sided thing. and i sing the words: is it? is it?
I mean it feels so... and yet Dionysus dears me and connection suddenly feels like a choice.
Long hair, clear skin. Crooked teeth, an earth shattering smile.
An individual of intense radiating inner beauty.
  A smile that truly shakes the utter existence of this planet.
My, oh, my...
It is not love and derivatives that grasp at my threads... A force of nature it seems.
The roses on my head tighten and the planets and stars collide around me.
Indeed, a mystery of some kind.
My, oh, my.
I do not dare approach for I am but a spec of dust against the strong radiating sun.
For I am but a mortal in the eyes of the divine.